A thin layer of atmosphere <br />sparkles blue <br />with wispy insubstantial <br />fluffy clouds drifting by <br />jagged snow capped mountains <br />reaching up to touch so high <br />and provide a starting place <br />for gentle streams of purity <br />to pour out onto fertile plains <br />that thinly lie <br />on sleeping bedrock <br />beneath all our feet <br />and traversing by <br />meeting deep oceans <br />that still secrets keep. <br /> <br />Sparkling ice caps shine <br />resplendently in summer sun <br />waiting for the long night <br />when winter's come <br />life lays waiting <br />in the dessert sand <br />for the rains that seldom <br />visit arid land <br />and delicately poised <br />on favoured ground <br />the animals roam <br />with such graceful sight and sound. <br /> <br />The stars and moon <br />keep vigil through the night <br />whilst man with reason <br />blinded by his plight <br />makes a ravaged landscape <br />to meet his greed <br />and fights wars that scar <br />both planet and himself <br />through thoughts <br />so limited in scope <br />that he forgets his place <br />in the vast magnificence <br />that is home <br />to all this human race.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-93/
